They’d just found an open stretch of country road and Brock was stepping on the gas when a clunk came from somewhere, followed by clouds of steam billowing up from under the hood.
“f**k!” Brock slowed and pulled over.
The engine continued to grumble as the coolant boiled, and there was an unpleasant odor of hot antifreeze. Brock had no idea how the hell he would be able to afford the cost of a tow, let alone the garage bills. Assuming the heap of junk could be fixed. Brock closed his eyes and let out a long breath. This wasn’t happening.
“Well,” Calvin eventually said, “at least it’s a different angle to ‘oh, we seem to have run out of gas’.”
“Shut up,” Brock mumbled. He didn’t need Calvin’s sarcasm.
“Sorry.” The cab fell silent for a couple of minutes. Then Calvin asked, “Are you
